Tuesday, April 29, 2008

My Dad

Today is my dad's 56th birthday! Funny how that age seems old but when I look at my dad, he doesn't seem that old! He's just my dad! The older my parents get, the younger I think the age is. They still seem young to me...a compliment to them!

My five favorite memories of my dad:

1. Realizing it is the first of the month and racing to see who will get the other "it" for the
month. I will always remember driving home, opening the door to the garage and seeing this sign light up saying, "YOU R IT!"

2. Singing a little song that we made up in the mornings before I left for school. He would usually leave while I was making my lunch in the kitchen or eating breakfast. That song still brings a smile to my face.

3. Seeing my dad sit in our blue living room chair, doing his devotions every morning. He is faithful to start the morning off the right way!

4. Dancing with my dad in the kitchen or driving with him as we sing Chris Rice's "Radio" song. We have our dancing skills mastered!

5. Waking up in the morning, knowing that my dad had made french toast and maybe even bacon! No one can beat my dad's french toast! :)

I have many more memories but those are a couple that stick out to me right now. I must tell you that I have a wonderful Dad. He's someone who I really respect and who I look up to as a Godly example. Throughout these years in college, I think we've gotten closer. I crave his approval, request his advice, want one of his protective hugs, and await for anything he (or my mom) send me in the mail. It will be fun to see him and my mom this weekend when they come to visit me!


Thursday, April 3, 2008

Gray Days

Monday of this week was a gray day...the kind that makes me want to curl up with a book with the window open to the sound of raining steadily coming down outside, forgetting everything else on my "to do" list. My dorm room window is such that usually the rain streams in when I open it...not this morning though. The rain must have been coming down in a different direction. I listened to the water pour down on the buildings outside, the cars driving through puddles, and the wind through the trees...all while finishing up a paper for a class later that day. It was peaceful to me after a restless night of sleep.

God knows exactly what we need when we need it. He knew I needed the encouragement of rain in my whirlwind of stress this week. The peace he gave me takes me back to the fist blog I ever wrote. Days like those inspire me somehow to write, read, and be creative.

Please know this moment, right now, that God is in control and that nothing can separate you from his love. There is nothing like a weary being lifting up his head to praise God through the storm and rain.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost